You might collapse and take a nap for all of eternity
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
Bow your heads-i see the lines of my beaten artist hearses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Lines naturally come out of my mind,and end up looking like bad cursive.
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